To lovers and dreamers and anyone who hasn’t truly experienced either.

Heart always wins out over the mind. The heart, although reckless and suicidal and a masochist all on its own, always gets its way.

You’re sleeping with an assassin, running for your life every single day from men who want to kill you and you’re convinced you’re going to die of discomfort.

He never leaves my side. And I know he never will.

Pain hurts, but pain that's so powerful that you can't feel anymore, that's when you start to feel like you're going crazy.

I say that I'm not into you like that, Camryn, because..," he pauses, searching my face, looking at my lips for a moment as if deciding whether or not he should kiss them again, "...because you're not the girl I could only sleep with once.

Parents have this twisted belief that anyone under the age of about twenty simply can’t know what love is, like the age to love is assessed in the same way the law assesses the legal age to drink. They think that the ‘emotional growth’ of a teenager’s mind is too underdeveloped to understand love, to know if it’s ‘real’ or not.